Everything has its place. (I hope.)
Everything belongs somewhere. (Right?)
I need (want?) that to be true. Because there are so many implications.
My YUD foundation – a personality profile we use with our work staff, volunteers and in premarital counseling – is not Achiever: logical, organized, responsible, task-oriented, with a thinking-first lens.*
That’s totally me, right? Sort of. Not really. Kind of. Yes. Maybe.
I have a good amount of Achiever, and it’s definitely a part of me. It’s not my lowest part, but it isn’t high either. I think I use almost all of it up at work.
But.
Our car is (mostly) clean – on the inside – and uncluttered. Thanks for the car etiquette, Dad! Keeping the outside clean is a huge beast, but we try.
My desk is clear (mostly) and organized. I can find stuff quickly. Most people could, if they needed to. What is on the surface may not be at a 90-degree angle, but it is at the “right” angle. It’s intentional. The lines are clean. (Mostly.)
The drawers are organized, but what isn’t structured is very minimal. Mostly due to the shifting of stuff when the drawers open and close.
I make our bed every day. I know we sleep in it every night and it’s just us, and “who cares?” Jeff says. But it needs to be made. I need it to be made.
The files on my computer are (mostly) filed away in my own precise system. I have very few on my desktop – only the ones I am in the middle of finishing.
Our house needs to be clean and straightened (mostly) before I can relax. Not to the extent where I will stay up all night making sure everything is just right – like my sister used to do. But I need it as serene as I can get it.
It’s definitely not perfect. Seems like all the loose ends never get tied. The list never gets checked off.
So I will shove stuff into a drawer – if I have to – even though I hate that.
But I refuse to have a junk drawer. If it does not belong – somewhere – we need to find a place for it (now!) or get rid of it.
I need organization
structure
clarity.
Maybe to balance (counteract) the chaos that is in my head.
Or maybe because I need to fit – somewhere (anywhere). I need to belong. Somewhere.
I don’t want to be tossed out.
Disregarded.
Or shoved in a corner.
Or a junk drawer.
*Your Unique Design: Originally Developed by Taibi Kahler; Adapted by Dr. Bob Maris and Dr. Jerry Richardson.